In the vast and boundless star sectors of the Milky Way, on a desolate planet...
Raging winds swept sand and dust across the land. Beyond the dim yellow atmosphere, the scorching sun could faintly be seen. On the vast plains eroded by time and weather, a towering black presence stood upon the earth, reaching into the clouds.
Upon closer inspection, one would realize it was not a mountain, but a massive lump of flesh.
It was a living creature.
Anyone who recognized it would cry out in shock.
[The Overmind of the Swarm]
"I am the Swarm itself!"
The supreme existence of the Zerg Swarm, the sole master of countless broods, a being that once made countless humans in the Koprulu Sector tremble in fear.
"Man, I've dreamed of shouting that line forever. Never thought I'd actually transmigrate into the Overmind."
But in truth, he was a transmigrator.
Before this, he had been watching a video machinima on youtube. A flash of white light appeared on the screen, and when he came to his senses, he had become the Overmind.
His former name no longer mattered. From today on, he was the Overmind, ruler of the Zerg Swarm.
Pitch-black creep spread outward. Worker drones, each as large as a small truck, carried every piece of organic matter they could find. Plants and animals alike were gathered and fed into the Overmind's body, becoming resources for breeding the swarm.
Countless larvae surrounding the Overmind began transforming into eggs, starting another round of genetic recombination.
Some eggs suddenly burst open, revealing two ferocious Zerglings inside. In no time, an uncountable number of Zerglings surrounded the Overmind.
Name: Zergling
Length: 2–3 meters
Role: Fast melee assault and reconnaissance unit
Armament: Claws, fangs
Description: As the lowest-tier Zerg unit, Zerglings are famous for their low cost. Relying on numbers and speed, they can easily overwhelm basic enemy units. However, when facing elite troops, they usually serve only as cannon fodder.
"Ohoho! Starting with a Zergling rush—let's take this planet right away!"
[Swarm Overmind Psyonic Hivemind Activated.]
[Greetings, Supreme Overmind. Welcome to the Warhammer 40K universe. I am your assistant and will provide all technical support regarding the swarm.]
"Mm, as expected, there's a system… Welcome to Warhammer—where?"
The mountain-like mass of flesh trembled violently.
"Where did you say this is?"
[The Warhammer 40K universe.]
"FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!"
At his will, countless Zerg trembled along with him.
"I'm a Zerg Overmind! Why didn't you send me to the Koprulu Sector? Why the hell did you dump me into Warhammer 40K?! Are you sick?! Send me back!"
[Confirmed: Warhammer 40K universe.]
"Do you even know what kind of world this is? A damn cesspool! A place even dogs wouldn't go!"
Warhammer 40K was a space-punk world built on darkness and despair, where countless familiar yet absurd races existed.
For example: the Eldar who indulged themselves nearly to extinction; the Orks who knew only battle and nothing of reproduction; skeletal warriors with terrifying individual strength; and humans who worshipped gods so fanatically that even the gods wanted to cry.
Every stereotype was completely overturned.
And there was one more thing: every single race was absurdly powerful.
There was also the Tyranid race, whose scale dwarfed the Zerg by an unknown margin. Don't think the Zerg were impressive just because they could mass-produce troops—the Tyranids did it even faster!
Anyone familiar with StarCraft or Warhammer 40K knew that if the Zerg Swarm were thrown into this universe, at best they'd only be able to bully the T'au.
"I want to go home! I want to go home!
I just remembered! Mom told me to take out the trash! I gotta go back!"
[This system does not possess that function.]
"I'm not even a Warhammer fan! I just watched some 'R34' videos—damn it, did I get drafted by Slaneesh?!"
Right now, the Overmind only wanted to curse.
He couldn't fight. Not at all.
In cultivation-novel terms, his situation was like this:
[After cultivating for a thousand years, you finally ascend to immortality. Then your boss takes you and ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine others to fight a monkey god.]
How could that ever be winnable?!
The Overmind looked at the swarm beside him. The Zerglings stared back at him with puzzled expressions, innocent and almost cute in his eyes.
These naive Zerglings had no idea what awaited them.
Six-man squads of human Custodes that could slaughter entire swarms. Orks whose numbers surpassed the Zerg. Eldar seers who could unleash planet-level psychic storms. Necrons who could collect the Overmind as a museum exhibit.
And the four—no, five—Chaos Gods lurking in the Warp!
The once-confident Overmind now had only one thought:
"It's not too late to defect to the Emperor, right? My psychic level isn't low. I'll go clog the Emperor's toilet if I have to!"
His mentality had completely collapsed.
Despite possessing the Zerg and high psychic power, he could die at any moment in this universe. Since the system wouldn't send him back, he might as well find a powerful backer.
[Please do not be so self-deprecating.]
"Self-deprecating? No, this is confidence! Being the Emperor's toilet plug is an honor! Otherwise, how am I supposed to survive? If the Emperor knew I was here, he could wipe me out with a hundred Custodes—without losing a single man!"
[Actually, you also have two companions in the universe. They carry the Human and Protoss technologies and were sent to other star sectors.]
"… "
The Overmind suddenly calmed down.
"You're saying I have two companions? My bros are here!?"
[Yes. That can't be confirmed.]
"Oh, so there are two other unlucky bastards with me. That makes me feel much better—especially the human one."
If the Protoss were hard mode and the Zerg were hell mode, then the human player… probably couldn't even beat a slightly powerful planetary governor.
Why were the Protoss only hard mode?
Simple. At least they had the Spear of Adun, a flagship over seventy kilometers long. Against ordinary planetary fleets, it was more than enough. Even against major faction armadas, it could still put up a fight. And if it couldn't win, it could always run.
Of course, that was only enough for basic survival—assuming the five Chaos Gods didn't notice them.
If they did, it'd be over in minutes.
"Alright, I feel better now. Let's adjust my mindset and pump out some troops first. No point surrendering before even fighting."
More and more larvae hatched into Zerglings, while others took longer, clearly evolving into different swarm units.
Among them, one egg was especially special.
It was an egg evolving into a [Cerebrate].